This winter at F&M I am experiencing what I consider to be my first real winter. Back home in the Bay Area, California, it does not snow. I have seen snow before though, on several occasions in fact—once in Oregon, once in Nevada, and once in Denver, CO. I knew coming to F&M, and living on the East Coast, I would get to experience real seasons for the first time. This past week alone I have learned several terms for snow unbeknownst to me. Flurries, which I like to define as “baby snow,” and sleet, which I think of as an awful blend of freezing rain which results in slushy snow already on the ground, similar to yummy slurpees from 7-Eleven, but not nearly as much fun. And let’s not forget the cold. Bay Area winters on average are between 55 and 65 degrees, so I have become a master in the art of layering my clothing.
The one thing all this snow has made me really appreciate is the snow boots gifted from my grandma, who has family from Pennsylvania and knew I would desperately need them during my first winter on the East Coast.